Yesterday, for reasons I have yet to completely fathom I stopped taking all my medication. No antabuse, no Bac and no anti depressants. I have religiously taken my meds since my discharge from Rehab and have marvelled at the world as it has once again unfolded in front of me. I have re connected with my wife and my kids and I have thrown myself into learning.
At 3:30pm today I stood, by myself, in a large shopping centre in the middle of a large liquor shop. I looked, mesmerised at all the tall gleaming bottles and wondered if just one of the bottles could be mine. I stood there for awhile, long enough for the clerk to tap me on shoulder and ask if everything was alright.
I think I blushed with embarrasment, but I stumbled something about being fine and walked ever so slowly out the door.
i know now that I can never let my guard down again.
The scary thing is the talk in my head. Surely one wont hurt, I deserve a day off from this sturggle, I wont get caught, I know enough now not to fall into the same traps.
I have been shaken by this experience and it has dealt a blow to my confidence but I think it will also make me much more vigilant.
I did not drink today but it was line ball.
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